"Bye! Bye!" Private calls, still waving his fins in his mother's flippers.
"Nigel! Come here! Private's okay!" She cheers, and brings him closer. "I pag-ibig you, Private! I'm so sorry!" She whispers.
"I pag-ibig you, too; mummy." Private smiles. That's when Nigel waddles up. Private jumps out of her fins and into his uncle's.
"Uncle Nigel!"
"Private! Hello, lad! My it seems like you've grown!"
"Uncle Nigel,"
"I'm serious." Nigel lovingly rubbed the tuktok of Private's head. He giggles, and removes Nigel's flipper.
"Private, who was that?" His mom ponders.
"Oh, that's Skippah!" Private points.
"Skippah?" The female ibong dagat repeats.
"That's a uncommon name. I've only heard that… Could it be?" Nigel put together, lodging an avalanche of thoughts.
"Ex-prince Skipper, son of the past King Ahaz and Ex-queen Marie?" His mother contuines.
"But that's not possible. He's…" Nigel trails off.
"Dead." She sighs.
"How did he die, mum?" Private wonders, looking up at his mother with his baby blues. With one glance to Nigel, she entreats for assistance. Nigel shakes his head. Their cover blows, as Private looks to Nigel.
Nigel smiles. "I can assure that whatever it was, it will never happen to you. You've got a loving mum and… uncle who care about you madami than life itself." Nigel swoops Private up in his fins. The plump, little ibong dagat nestles into his uncle's chest.
"Besides, if he was even the slightest bit related to King Cain; he would never help." Nigel assumes.
"Nigel!" She scolds.
"I can't help being predijudice against those central colony scoundrels. They forced us to flee our home, killed innoncent baby boys, and you know what they did to your husband…" Nigel goes on.
"Nigel! Hush!" She shouts. "They didn't cause us to leave, remember? We chose to. We chose letting Private live, and I couldn't imagine it any other way!" She exclaims.
"So what are you saying?" Nigel questions.
She shrugs, "I don't know, anymore. Maybe, they're not all like that."
"Come on, I'll ipakita you what I put together." Nigel says, and they head farther onto the boat.
"Nigel! Come here! Private's okay!" She cheers, and brings him closer. "I pag-ibig you, Private! I'm so sorry!" She whispers.
"I pag-ibig you, too; mummy." Private smiles. That's when Nigel waddles up. Private jumps out of her fins and into his uncle's.
"Uncle Nigel!"
"Private! Hello, lad! My it seems like you've grown!"
"Uncle Nigel,"
"I'm serious." Nigel lovingly rubbed the tuktok of Private's head. He giggles, and removes Nigel's flipper.
"Private, who was that?" His mom ponders.
"Oh, that's Skippah!" Private points.
"Skippah?" The female ibong dagat repeats.
"That's a uncommon name. I've only heard that… Could it be?" Nigel put together, lodging an avalanche of thoughts.
"Ex-prince Skipper, son of the past King Ahaz and Ex-queen Marie?" His mother contuines.
"But that's not possible. He's…" Nigel trails off.
"Dead." She sighs.
"How did he die, mum?" Private wonders, looking up at his mother with his baby blues. With one glance to Nigel, she entreats for assistance. Nigel shakes his head. Their cover blows, as Private looks to Nigel.
Nigel smiles. "I can assure that whatever it was, it will never happen to you. You've got a loving mum and… uncle who care about you madami than life itself." Nigel swoops Private up in his fins. The plump, little ibong dagat nestles into his uncle's chest.
"Besides, if he was even the slightest bit related to King Cain; he would never help." Nigel assumes.
"Nigel!" She scolds.
"I can't help being predijudice against those central colony scoundrels. They forced us to flee our home, killed innoncent baby boys, and you know what they did to your husband…" Nigel goes on.
"Nigel! Hush!" She shouts. "They didn't cause us to leave, remember? We chose to. We chose letting Private live, and I couldn't imagine it any other way!" She exclaims.
"So what are you saying?" Nigel questions.
She shrugs, "I don't know, anymore. Maybe, they're not all like that."
"Come on, I'll ipakita you what I put together." Nigel says, and they head farther onto the boat.
Everyone went crazy including Skipper and Rico. the lemurs cannot stop. Just then, Private saw his CD that he downloaded from the internet. "Kowalski, I got an idea."Private briefly explained and Kowalski found it interesting.
Meanwhile, everyone went to the HQ. Suddenly, Private and Kowalski started the music.
Private: My hot dog's dead..
My pizza's dead.
My cupcake is dead.
Kowalski: Oh, uh, my doughnut's dead. My burger's dead.
My milkshake is dead.
Finn: All of our paborito foods
are totally dead.
They can not procreate in little pagkain beds.
We'll eat them up
and turn them into stuff.
Kowalski: And we'll cry over their graves,
but ya can't cry enough...
Private and Kowalski: When you miss someone you pag-ibig you can't cry enough.
Everyone stopped. The curse broke and everyone cheered for them even Skipper and Rico. Soon, they never forgot the araw ever again.
Meanwhile, everyone went to the HQ. Suddenly, Private and Kowalski started the music.
Private: My hot dog's dead..
My pizza's dead.
My cupcake is dead.
Kowalski: Oh, uh, my doughnut's dead. My burger's dead.
My milkshake is dead.
Finn: All of our paborito foods
are totally dead.
They can not procreate in little pagkain beds.
We'll eat them up
and turn them into stuff.
Kowalski: And we'll cry over their graves,
but ya can't cry enough...
Private and Kowalski: When you miss someone you pag-ibig you can't cry enough.
Everyone stopped. The curse broke and everyone cheered for them even Skipper and Rico. Soon, they never forgot the araw ever again.